The ways we miss our lives are life.

It is always hard for poets to believe that one says their poems are bad not because one is a fiend but because their poems are bad.

The real war poets are always war poets, peace or any time.

We died like aunts of pets or foreigners.

The dark, uneasy world of family life - where the greatest can fail and the humblest succeed.

I decided that Europeans and Americans are like men and women: they understand each other worse, and it matters less, than either of them suppose.

I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness - that darkness flung me - Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.